Chapter 76 Let’s End This Charade
Letting the guards escort the Helius siblings back home, Lolan Hill continued her journey back in the carriage.
The evening in Hope Lane was even more bustling than during the day. After a day’s hard work, everyone enjoyed walking around and enjoying the fresh air. In this world, there was no concept of working until 9 PM or later, and with the lack of bright electric lights, most people rested after dark.
Street-side stalls hung lanterns, selling trinkets, snacks, and even music boxes, which were alchemical devices that could record sounds and play them back. After several improvements, they were not too expensive.
The orange lights outside the carriage window flickered into the dark interior, shifting and retreating as the carriage moved forward. Listening to the bustling night market outside, Lolan Hill recalled the scenes of her previous life when she used to leave work at night. It was much the same.
In the dimly lit bus, tall buildings lined the roads, and countless neon lights illuminated the night, casting orange-yellow light on weary faces. The bus hummed quietly, and only the sound of the announcements broke the silence. Everyone sat together but remained silent, occasionally revealing their faces lit by the glow of phone screens. In such a quiet carriage, she once felt lonely, yet sometimes found comfort in it.
Loneliness came from working in a big city where familiar relatives and friends were hard to meet, and every bit of daily experience had to be savored alone. Comfort came from not being disturbed by those around her, avoiding uninteresting dinners, family gatherings, and entertaining guests. She could enjoy the freedom and ease of solitude after work, doing whatever she pleased, feeling like a free spirit running under the stars, cleansing away the dust and troubles of the day.
Lolan Hill leaned against the armrest of the sofa, watching the flickering lights outside, feeling a strong aversion to the plots and schemes involved in assassination attempts. Why couldn’t everyone be sincere and work hard with their own hands instead of always seeking shortcuts? Once, diligence was a virtue; now, it seemed to have lost its appeal. Countless people promoted various anxieties through different channels, telling you that you could only be considered ‘high-class’ or successful if you made a lot of money quickly, became an example for others to envy, and outdid your parents in caring for your future. They would sell their courses and products, claiming to show how to achieve greater success.
To gain power and compete, people no longer focused on improving their products but instead delved deeply into advertising, promoting goods, smearing competitors, and sabotaging others. The false facade beneath the glamorous exterior made it hard to trust anyone.
The carriage slowly entered the courtyard within the Chamber of Commerce, bringing Lolan Hill out of her reverie. She stepped down and began dinner. The main course was grilled cod, accompanied by vegetable soup, smoked meat bread, and coconut pudding for dessert.
Watching the maids set up dinner under the candlelight, the young lady frowned slightly, then relaxed as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she returned to her bedroom to rest.
In front of the candlelit vanity table, Lolan Hill looked at herself in the mirror, blinking her blue, transparent eyes. Was she so easy to bully? Attempting to assassinate her repeatedly, didn’t they fear retaliation?
The candle emitted a faint fragrance, inducing a drowsy sensation, though not very strong. She watched the candle without extinguishing it, as she often did, sometimes reading late into the night.
If she hadn’t known, some food at dinner might react with the candle’s scent, causing her to fall into eternal sleep tonight.
Gazing at the premeditated candle, she slowly stood up, pondering what a normal person would do in this situation. Immediately call the courtyard guards, seal the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, conduct a large-scale search, and interrogate each suspect to uncover the mastermind behind the plot?
Walking through the foggy maze, everything was confusing and incomprehensible.
Chelsea’s investigation revealed that Selas was indeed connected to the Helius family and knew about Lady Mera’s past, but he did not investigate thoroughly. The carriage and driver belonged to the Nisos family. Did Mera’s guard suddenly attack out of nowhere, or was it a deliberate act by the Helius family to make it seem like someone else framed them? Was Tisiphone truly the mastermind or just a hired hand? The blue poison on the guard’s sword came from a rare flower cultivated by the Anyemyi family. How deeply involved was the Anyemyi family in all this?
These thoughts only intensified Lolan Hill’s inner disgust and anger. Was manipulating people and sowing discord really that amusing?
Thinking they were safely hidden in the shadows, using various schemes to toy with others, gloating over their supposed cleverness and superior tactics, believing they could control everything through cunning, treating everyone as mere pawns. Easily killing people invisibly and making victims thank their killers—it was absurd.
The young lady pulled back the curtain, gazing at the moonless sky for a long time.
Her golden hair gradually faded, taking on a translucent blue hue. Her silky hair and dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze. Her eyes shone with radiant light, like emerald stars.
“You know nothing about true power.”
As she spoke, she leaped lightly from the windowsill, her figure swiftly rising into the night sky like a star ascending.
Wind whistled past her ears, her hair danced wildly. Her speed increased, breaking through layers of air. The earth below grew smaller while the vast sky drew closer.
Hope Lane under the night sky was filled with countless lights, scattered like stars. The lighthouse at the harbor occasionally swept by with its beam.
The earth resembled a huge, dark canvas. The northern forest was pitch-black, devoid of light. Coastal cities hugged the deep blue sea like crescent moons, with lights twinkling like stars on the ground. Occasionally, incoming ships appeared as tiny as ants.
Looking back at the earth, countless gusts of wind began swirling around Lolan Hill. Light breezes circled within dozens of kilometers, with countless emerald-green natural magic particles flowing like fireflies. The terrifying power of her mythic talent emerged, turning the raging winds docile and obedient in her hands.
“Let’s end this charade.”
Lolan Hill gently pressed her right hand, and the raging winds carrying gradually transparent natural magic began to descend from the sky.
The wind vane on the coast suddenly spun, and the trees on the streets swayed in the wind, leaves rustling. The charcoal fires at street-side grills burned brighter, and the entire city was gradually filled with night winds. Scenery, figures, and conversations were constantly fed back to Lolan Hill’s mind and consciousness.
Her dreamlike, emerald eyes seemed to contain endless information. A clear breeze washed everything clean, presenting every detail of the city before her, leaving no secrets hidden.
Facing the enemy’s scheming chessboard, she kicked it away directly and simply, powerful and efficient.
“It’s you.”
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